Because that's not how people look at you, Sans. Once you're an idol, people take what you give them and project their own thoughts and desires onto you. It can be as benign as "oh, from this one interview I read of them in a magazine, they're a kind and caring person!" to "I know every facet of their life including their birthday, blood type, and all their extended family members and this means I know them." People react in interesting and fascinating ways to celebrities, but we are no longer just people but an idea. An ideal. It's how we inspire people.
[It's something he thinks about a lot. It's something that, after realizing how much the Underground loved him and what that meant, that made his heart change that much more. It was the first step in a long process of growth he is still embarking on.]
You're right, Sans. You wouldn't stick out to me at all. I wouldn't have had the time to slow down and get to know you. Part of me is grateful to Wonderland for that chance, even as I am extremely bitter about being trapped here and putting extensive work into trying to escape.
[Luckily Wonderland doesn't force him to elaborate much on those plans, though Mettaton knows he's only a hair's trigger away from being forced to reveal more of his hand than he is willing to.]
...Thank you. That means more to me than I think you truly know. No matter what, I want you to be my friend too, even as I think that I will have to let you go one day.
[Of course, he doesn't really respond to anything else Sans says because he's too busy having a pissing contest with his mirror, though if he did respond to Sans's question about "when what?" he'd be quite mischevious about it. Perhaps even looking a little like this:
When all is said and done however, he slips his boot back on. And he absolutely catches what Sans says. The turn he gives on his heel and the walk he gives as he goes back to his friend is best described as a sexy saunter eith swaying hips and exciting intent in his eyes.]
Mmm, see, I love hearing that. I knew you'd come around to finding me hot one day. It's just inevitable with a body like this and a mind like mine.
[Look at that smug face, that asshole! But he lets Sans pull himself together, for once, and nods.]
That sounds like a plan. I know my mirror will be following me closely, so I will probably have to break more of them as we go along.
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[It's something he thinks about a lot. It's something that, after realizing how much the Underground loved him and what that meant, that made his heart change that much more. It was the first step in a long process of growth he is still embarking on.]
You're right, Sans. You wouldn't stick out to me at all. I wouldn't have had the time to slow down and get to know you. Part of me is grateful to Wonderland for that chance, even as I am extremely bitter about being trapped here and putting extensive work into trying to escape.
[Luckily Wonderland doesn't force him to elaborate much on those plans, though Mettaton knows he's only a hair's trigger away from being forced to reveal more of his hand than he is willing to.]
...Thank you. That means more to me than I think you truly know. No matter what, I want you to be my friend too, even as I think that I will have to let you go one day.
[Of course, he doesn't really respond to anything else Sans says because he's too busy having a pissing contest with his mirror, though if he did respond to Sans's question about "when what?" he'd be quite mischevious about it. Perhaps even looking a little like this:
When all is said and done however, he slips his boot back on. And he absolutely catches what Sans says. The turn he gives on his heel and the walk he gives as he goes back to his friend is best described as a sexy saunter eith swaying hips and exciting intent in his eyes.]
Mmm, see, I love hearing that. I knew you'd come around to finding me hot one day. It's just inevitable with a body like this and a mind like mine.
[Look at that smug face, that asshole! But he lets Sans pull himself together, for once, and nods.]
That sounds like a plan. I know my mirror will be following me closely, so I will probably have to break more of them as we go along.